A/N: Okay, after re-watching Stage Fighting, I realized this
had to be written. A multi-chapter fic about Tribbie. You'd think someone would've thought of this before me. Guess not. Oh well, I like being first at things :D So, onto the story shall we?
Trina didn't get much attention from guys. Of course there were those whispers guys made to their friends of how hot she was when they thought she couldn't hear, and there was the occasional wolf whistle, but not many guys had actually gone out with her. Tori had kept telling her it was because of Trina's annoying personality. Trina had replied with all the wit and sophistication she could muster at the moment; "Shut up!"
Trina wanted someone to hold her, to kiss her, to like her for more than her looks. So far, she couldn't find any guy to do so. Most of her dates ended in them ditching her or them getting angry at Trina because of something she had said. She knew all this happened because she talked so highly of herself too much. She tried to control it, but how could she? There was just so many amazing things about herself, she could go all day long about how amazing she was. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't found a guy who was willing to listen for more than four minutes and thirty seven seconds. She had actually counted.
During these times when she thought of how desperately she needed a boyfriend, the thought never crossed her mind that her fantasy may become her nightmare. It became apparent to her that this had nightmare she had never given much thought to had become a reality, in the form of Robbie Shapiro, and that damned puppet Rex.
Trina had been wishing for weeks after that kiss that she had never agreed to do the submarine scene. Ever since then, that freak wouldn't leave her alone, calling her, texting her, trying to go out with her, talking to her when all she wanted was to be left alone. But Robbie was persistent, and Trina was useless when trying to ward him off.
Robbie kept going for her, begging to go on dates, to hang out, to make out (the thought disgusted Trina) and all this was driving her insane. It was just one little fake kiss! How could he misconstrue that into being the basis for a relationship? Trina had gotten a little break when Cat kissed him to prove stage kissing was fake, and he followed her around for a few days. Trina finally had piece, until Robbie came back, like some lonely animal you tried to shoo on its way but it kept following you. When Trina asked why he had stopped pursuing Cat, he replied that he realized that it'd be better if Cat and him remained friends. Just her luck.
Robbie had thought that the kiss actually meant something, that he felt some sort of "spark" or whatever it's called in the movies, that supposed magical feeling when you kiss someone. Of course he felt something, it's not like he'd been kissed a lot before. Trina should've realized this. Should've stopped it. Should've told that casting guy to change the script so that the submarine would unplode (or implode, she couldn't remember which) before the characters kissed. It wasn't even that great of a scene, Robbie overacted and so did Trina, although she'd never admit it because her acting was always flawless, just like everything else about her.
It had been the third week now, and Trina was ready to snap at Robbie. Literally snap. Turn around, grab him by the neck and…they'd never find his body anyways, so she didn't go into details in her head. But she endured. Somehow.
Once again at lunchtime Robbie sat next to her, talking enthusiastically about something she could care less about. He had obviously scared away all the A-listers, which was the worst part. Trina had to sit through twenty five minutes, eating, alone with no one but an annoying jackass who couldn't take a hint.
Robbie then said something that caught her attention. Not because it interested her, but because she was so used to hearing it by now, her brain had adapted to the words and alerted her whenever he said them. "So Trina, how about a date this weekend?"
Trina sighed. She hated this routine with a passion. It was like waking up to the same alarm clock. She always knew how it played out. He asks her out, she declines, usually with some sass or anger to prove her point further, he keeps going with the asking out, she continues to angrily decline, he gives in, then talks about nothing for thirty minutes, and then goes back to the dating thing. "No Robbie, for the last time, I do not want to go out with you. Ever. If you were the last guy on the face of the Earth, you'd have a small shot. But there are plenty of guys here who I can ask out and they'll agree in a heartbeat. So go away." She made sure her voice had been especially venomous on that last word.
"You're lying," Robbie said simply, Rex making some comment about something or another. Trina had learned over time to just ignore the damn puppet, is was hard, but she learned. If only she could learn to ignore the puppet and the puppet master.
"About what? What are you even talking about?" Trina was surprised she actually asked. Usually she would think of that as another offer and decline, but for some reason she asked about it.
"Lying about how you could ask any guy here out and they'd fall for you in a heartbeat," Robbie replied, a hint of triumph in his voice. "I've heard how the guys react towards you. They're jerks, and they either decline your date or ditch you, because they don't have good taste in women."
Trina wanted to hug him and punch him at the same time. The punching idea was more dominant than the hug thing, of course. She'd have been swept away by his words then and there if she didn't hate this boy with a fiery passion. Probably the only passion between her and him.
"I don't understand why you keep pushing me away, Trina. I just want to give this relationship a shot. I'll treat you better than any other guy has in the past. I'll buy you nice things, I'll take you to fantastic places, I won't bring Rex on our dates. I'll be there whenever you need me to be, if you'll stop pushing me away," Robbie went on.
Trina chuckled a bit. "You'll be there whenever I need you? I'll never need you, Robbie. Trust me on that. You're annoying, you're too persistent for your own good, and you can't take the most obvious hint in the world; I. Don't. Like. You." Trina glared at him.
Robbie sighed. "Trina, this could work, you're just not giving it a chance."
"And why should I give this-any of this-a chance, huh? I don't like you, I don't like being with you, I don't like the thought of being your girlfriend. There's nothing in this for me. At all. So there's no reason to go out with you, so just stop, okay?" Trina spat, her face getting redder and redder from the anger boiling within her.
"What if there was something in this for you?" Robbie suggested brightly.
"Huh?" She put down her food and listened to the nerd intently. "What would be in it for me?"
"We go out, and if you don't like me or the date, I leave you alone, we go back to being friends-"
"We were never friends."
"-and it'll be like I never asked you out at all. Deal?"
Trina could almost faint from those little words. I leave you alone. They were heavenly music to her ears. She might be exaggerating that part, but after three weeks of this, those words were the greatest things she'd ever hear from Robbie. Finally, just go watch some movie, eat food and tell him he sucks. This would be the easiest thing ever. It was perfect!
Trina grinned. "Deal!" This was finally happening. The end of all this mess. Finally, after so long, it'd all be over. She realized she sounded like an ending monologue of a survivor in a horror movie. Then again, being followed by Robbie was as close as a horror movie gets to real life.
"Great. Well, it's Friday, how about tomorrow, seven o'clock? I'll pick you up, and we can walk to the movie theater and restaurant I chose, because they're not that far from your house. Sound good?"
"Sounds amazing," Trina sighed and smiled, walking off to her next class as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch. I'm finally free, Trina thought. Then, the realization hit her. She'd have to spend two or so hours with Robbie, nobody but Robbie. At school or home, she had friends or Tori to escape to. On a date, there was no escape. Just him and her.
What have I done?
A/N: YAY First chapter of first Tribbie multi-chaptered fic is complete :D Go Tribbie! So should I continue? I mean I will no matter what, I mean, what I'm saying is, did you like it? If you did, I will give you…er…I don't know, one of my plot bunnies? They're cute, honest. Here, you can have my plot bunny Elise, she neeeeeeeeeeeever gives me good ideas…yeah, I name my plot bunnies. Why are you looking at me like that?